Spencer Reid Hot Novels & Stories

“Not really the same thing at all. You told me about that, as well, and I… I didn’t say that I had photos of my best friend fucking a tied-up man on my phone as blackmail to force him to spy on your pack.” Jasper cleared his throat. “Is he hot?” Reid’s smirk surprised himself, and he slid a sideways glance at his mate. “He’s not bad. Want to see them?” Jasper’s cheeks colored. “Maybe. It’s just like watching porn, isn’t it?” “Yeah, but more extreme porn than they show at a hotel,” Reid warned him. “I’ll think about it,” Jasper decided as he pulled into the hotel car park. “Later.”

He removes it from his cheek and kisses my knuckles. " A drug trade gone wrong. The Russians ambushed my men and took my shipment after killing the five men I sent. Spencer was the only one who returned back alive. Moscov shot him in his leg , said it's a message from him to me. That he won't stop until he takes out every single thing that I love." I gulp at this message. " I thought this was over." " Me too. I knew he was gonna come back , i never knew it was sooner. Reid told me his so called baby mama wasn't his. The bitch lied. He found out and killed her including the child."

With a sarcastic smile—or the closest to it I can pull off while he plays with his fingers inside me—I reach for the bulge in his sweatpants, noticing his eyes close as I squeeze his manhood in my hands. “Shit, Hayden…” he curses under his breath, savoring the way I’m teasing him. But with a swift movement, Spencer is out of the bed. Before I can complain or utter a single word, he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing his toned abs, his six pack so defined that it’s ridiculous. I remember Spencer being sculptured when he was younger, but this…this is something completely different. He’s a grown man, bulkier and hotter than ever. I’m sure I’m drooling, my mouth agape, as I watch him undr

“I don’t feel that good today. Can you tell Lacy that I’ll skip tonight? I have this shitty feeling that I’d puke on some asshole’s dick, if I do the round today.” Gia talked over the phone as she paced in her mini kitchen, only clad in a thong and fish net bra, she shook her ass to the tune of her favorite song, RODEO by LAH PAT booming softly from her speaker. "You have fine luck today. Lacy also called in sick. I’ll make sure you don’t get a spank on the ass tomorrow.” Rachel chuckled.

"Fine. Maybe I don’t want to be responsible for your death. Are you happy now?" Reid chuckled and winced as it hurt. "You care for me." It wasn’t a question and before I could deny it, his hot lips brushed my throat. "I like it." The words sent a shiver down my spine. This was no longer the cold, controlling Reid that I knew. He was someone else now, someone who made my heart race dangerously. Which he shouldn’t be. "I'll get your medicine," I said firmly and squirmed out of his loosened grip. "Now."

He asked, and I let my eyes roam around the bar quickly. "I guess so. It looks like a bar, so" Spencer and I ended up going to this local gay club by his sudden suggestion to quickly get my acknowledgment. We got really drunk and went dancing on the dance floor until we were dripping in sweats. The grind was blatantly arousing and pretty much everything, and I just couldn't help but kiss him. We ended up hooking up just as I planned, with me leaving unnoticed early in the morning after the pleasurable encounter. Spencer was undeniably hot, and he sure does know how to make someone moan, and not just moan but moan like they had reached the seventh heaven. For me, even if it was worth it, I wa

Spencer is standing on shore looking at me. “Well get in here and keep me warm, duh,” I laugh. Spencer smirks and then removes his shirt. “Holy shit where did the abs come from?” He was always tone but now he has a hard set of abs and a deep V into his shorts. Spencer laughs and jumps in. I pull him close to me to warm me up. We are chest to chest when I run my hand down his abs and count them. “Like it?” Spencer asks holding me close.

**Unknown** I relax on the couch as I watch the recently published news about Spencer. I watch the television intently, seeing as he talks about his leave from the city and his subsequent return. I blow my smoke as a hard grin crafts at the side of my lips. What a pleasant surprise to see Spencer in the city and with the revelation that he is the CEO of Spencer group, I am satisfied with the turnout of events. This proves that I can start again on my journey to ruin the man that destroyed me in the first place.

Reid talked about her in my last fashion show attendance, and it's the same lady from Jacobs Instagram! He's fucking Claudia Rivalry and telling me he's a changed man.

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.